Blind Faith? Poem by Howard Kern

Early Easter morn we were dressed in our Sunday best,
Afraid of getting wet, as water laden clouds started to mist.
Our destination is the Holy Chapel, to praise God with blind faith.
Misting only slightly, and close to the Holy Chapel Gate,
Thru the door melodious music was playing, and rain joined in.
An elderly man gave me a program and whispered in my Ear,
I believe your faith is strong, for the LORD came with you here.
I did not understand, and asked him why he felt that way,
Read the signs my son: they will show you the way.
The tears of joy poured down, as you crossed HIS door.
Sitting in the pew contemplating what the elderly man said,
The sermon of God’s resurrection and three long days they had,
While Jesus was laid to rest, in HIS Father’s State of Grace,
Preaching of the pouring rain: on the day of Jesus’ death,
The second day of mourning, at the tomb where HE lay,
The joy of a bright third day, Jesus was gone, and stone rolled away.
The service was over, as another elderly man shook my hand
He whispered to me as the other man did, look for the signs,
I believe your faith is strong son, for GOD is smiling as you go.
I could not believe what I saw as I walked out that door,
It was a bright sunny day, and a rainbow, in a beautiful blue sky.